Hugh John Macdonald School - Searchlight Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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A FORMER PUPIL ' S VIEWS OF HUGH JOHN By: Sharon D. Ashman 20 As 1 am no longer a pupil of this school, I dare to express my opinion of it. To say that Hugh John was a place of bliss ivould be utter folly- because it wasn ' t. At least for me, it wasn ' t. Often I found it so dis¬ couraging that my greatest desire was to be able to leave it behind and remember it only as a closed chapter in my life. To maintain that everything done by those therein was right, and exactly as should have been, would be cheer nonsense. We all know that no earthly beings ever were perfect- and Hugh John wasn ' t occupied by saints. What honestly can be said, though, is that Hugh John Macdonald was a place where we were taught the importance and necessity of honesty, tolerance, co-operation, fairness, social success and doing our work to the best of our ability. These things we have found, and shall continue to find, are of vital import if we are to advance in life. Apart from the fact that Hugh John contributed much to its students, is the fact that the students were given the opportunity of contributing to it through the medium of choirs, sports activities, the orchestra, and the school yearbook, the Searchlight. The experience gained has helped us greatly in securing positions in similar activities of our high school. For these reasons and more, I feel justified in saying that students who pass through Hugh John, are indeed lucky. ONE TYPE OF STUDY By Shirley Dyck 9-13 The parents go out and you are left with the whole evening to yourself and your homework. You discover piles of it. Before starting you turn on your favorite program, and then plunge into your work. After a whole ten minutes of studying an idea comes to your head! The Gang. Of course, if you phoned them they would come over and help you. Having received the phone call they are soon at your place. After another solid ten minutes of studying everyone is exhausted so they roll back the rug and begin to dance. You fix them a snack and all are enjoying themselves. Suddenly steps are heard on the porch. In walk the masters of the house, alias your parents. Everyone silently files out the door. You, only, are left to face the music. Mother and Dad are very nice about it all until they find out that your home¬ work isn ' t completed. You are then forbidden to leave the house f r enjoyment until the week is over. Silently the rest of your homework is finished. As you fall into bed you find that you have worked late into the night. In the morning you trudge wearily to school. You can barely keep from falling asleep. Your homework is not satisfactory and the teacher is grumpy. That is what comes from one type of studying .

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SCIENCE EXAMINATION DAY 21 By Phyllis Johnson 9-13 Christmas Science examination day was one day when I wanted to sleep in. On that day I awoke gaily. The sun was streaming in the window. Though I remembered the Science Exam, I promptly went back to sleep. However, my mother, (how could she be so cruel), ruthlessly shook me and dragged me out of bed. The first thing that greeted my eyes was my open science book where I had left it when I had been unable to hold my eyes open any longer. I shut my eyes. Get dressed, commanded my mother. You have an Exam this morning . Don ' t remind me , I pleaded tragically, Let me forget for one hour . However, my mother, (heartless woman) merely laughed. Have you ever tried to eat breakfast and study at the same time? Well don ' t. The result is one slightly messy notebook. At 8.40a.m. I left and met ny girl friends. We greeted each other with somewhat sickly smiles and proceeded to further muddle what little knowledge we had, by questioning each other from the textbook. After risking our lives, by studying while crossing the streets, we arrived at the school. There we saw herds of sleepy students wandering aimlessly about the halls, their noses in their textbooks. A bell rang. Five to nine! Five more minutes] We hurried to the classroom. At nine o ' clock a smiling teacher entered, a stack of papers on her arm. Good morning class she said, Good morning Miss Blank She began distributing the papers. I felt the bottom drop out of my stomach. After explaining t he directions, she sat down and left us to our misery. The first page was full in the blanks and the next, true or false . I found this easy, and quite elated over my success. I turned to the next page. My heart sank. Essay-type questions. I plowed, (and I do mean plowed),through this to the last question-. Draw and label the parts of the mushroom I cringed, for my artistic efforts had always netted me failures. Then I bravely took my pencil and began to draw, thinking all the time of what a wonderful design this mushroom was for Lilly Dache ' Suddenly I saw it. The joyous words, End of Examination leaped gleefully out of the paper at me. I proceeded to check, re-check, stare out of the window and add extra curls to my letter till my teacher said You may hand in your papers . I flew up to the desk, handed in ny papers, grabbed my coat and ran to meet my friends hwereupon I exclaimed, I thought it was easy .